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constant headache

@marlbcro-blog / marlbcro-blog.tumblr.com

I'm just a constant headache, a dead pet device.You hang me up, unfinished with the better part of me no longer mine.
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text to;; vic farley 💙 *blue heart emoji*

Noah: ha, tell me about it. she likes to go to church because she "connects" with god. i wouldn't be surprised if hell devoured her whole right now
Noah: but!! fine, i'll let it slide this time farley, but next time i'll be picking you up, deal??
Noah: i mean i would myself but i just... idk :-/
Victoria: they let her in a church???
Victoria: hey, if you have the car, you can drive all you want. But you live like five blocks away and it's cold. I have a car. You're not walking. End of story.
Victoria: but she'd pull something over and incriminate you. /: I know, I'm sorry.
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text to;; vic farley 💙 *blue heart emoji*

Noah: i know you do :-/ tbh, who doesn't? she likes to pretend she's a saint
Noah: you will?:) want me to come pick you up? i'm on foot though so...
Noah: well her dealer or something was charging her extra and she went haywire
Victoria: literally the farthest thing from a saint -.-
Victoria: shut up, you're not doing that. Meet me at the park near your house in like ten minutes? I'll pick you up and we'll get our slushies and go for a drive.
Victoria: can I please just call the cops on her?
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text to;; vic farley 💙 *blue heart emoji*

Noah: hey do you want to go get slushies??
Noah: the ones at 7/11 are gr8 tbh
Noah: pls tell me your up for hanging out with me, my mom kicked me out for the night :-/
Victoria: I hate her noah, I hate her so much.
Victoria: of course I'll get slushie a with you, you dope:
Victoria: what got her so pissed?
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( ‹ &. imessage. ; angel gabriel. › )

aspen: not if you drink enough water while you're drinking.
aspen: but it'll be cute.
aspen: you should stay with me. I haven't got a guest bed, but.
gabriel: :( it won't be cute if I'm throwing up.
gabriel: oh.
gabriel: that's alright, you're a good person to share a bed with :)
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( ‹ &. imessage. ; angel gabriel. › )

aspen: yes, yes it is.
aspen: you won't if it's just us.
aspen: really?
gabriel: what about being hungover? I've heard that that's kind of terrible
gabriel: that's not true even a little. I don't doubt my ability to make an idiot out of myself in any situation
gabriel: well, yeah I guess. I mean, my parents are going out of town to meet with another church. They'll be doing a home building project there
gabriel: I have to stay because of school but that gives us about three days where I can do what I want without consequence. Or stay with you. Or have you over and allowed to explore outside of my bedroom during the day time.
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he’s blinking slowly, wincing at the pounding in his head. what happened? he’s sitting in his car and his vision feels funny, his head feels funny. everything… everything is upside down… fuck. noah reaches up to rub his head and makes contact with the crimson liquid that was currently cascading down his face. oh no. now he remembers, he vividly remembers why he’s down here. he was driving back from where he was out of town, running some errands for an elderly woman he met at the church one sunday. it was almost like any other day, except this one took a turn for the worst. as he drove down the road, he could see the ever so familiar car he’d seen at school plenty of times, and it just so happened to be following him. noah suspected it was a coincidence but it wasn’t; this was planned. the car kept bumping him, lurching into him and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly scared. maybe he was just paranoid. nope. he wasn’t. right when he thought they’d stop, they rammed his car right off of the road and they sent him tumbling down the side of the hill. he probably blacked out mid way. now he’s sitting here, shaking as the smell of gasoline began to get stronger. he has to get out. pale fingers painted in blood are fumbling with his seat belt and he’s scared. once he has his seat belt off, he tries to crawl out of the broken window, only to scream out in pain. what’s wrong now? and he’s checking himself and he’s faced with something horrendous. one of the large shards from the windshield was lodged into the side of his right thigh. “victoria!!" he wails as a sob gets caught in his throat. "no… no.. no…” he repeats to himself, desperately looking for his phone. once he finds it, he notices the screens cracked but he doesn’t care. his fingers try to go as fast as they possibly can to type in her number as the pain begins to become unbearable. he’s praying that she’ll answer, he’s hoping. “hey anderson, what’s up?” upon hearing her voice her can’t help but start crying. it makes him sad that he’s not calling her to hang out over fro-yo, or that he’s not calling her to tell her about some crazy thing he saw today, no. he’s calling her because he’s in pain and he doesn’t think he can make it out without her. “vic —- i-i-i… fuck. please help me. i-i’m stuck, and i can’t get out.” he starts, tears streaming down his face as he holds his head. “the c-car it’s —— oh fuck victoria, i think i’m going to d-die. —- there’s so much b-b-blood and i can’t fucking move.” and perhaps he’s over exaggerating but he feels so goddamn dizzy at this point. “p-please, please come help m-me… i-i can’t —-” and he drops the phone, closing his eyes tightly for the longest time, trying to stop the drooping and swaying of his vision. when he opens his eyes all he sees are the trees around him, where is he? he has no idea. how is she going to find him then?
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♟♤ ♧ ♡ ♢ (for anyone (: )

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♟: Patching up a wound

he’s entirely irritated that it had to be rockstar wannabe not juliato see him walking limping home from school with a bloody lip and a cut above his left eyebrow. he rarely got into fights, but he’d gotten sort of pissed at one of the guys on his soccer team for being a dick to another player. he wasn’t suspended, only because he was sticking up for another teammate, but he was sent home. being that his parents hadn’t bothered to let them know they were selling his car to buy one for his mother, felix was left walking and jayden had picked him up and dragged him up the stairs of the house he shared with his sister and bandmate. “you’re probably just gonna fuck my cut up,” he mutters halfheartedly while jayden fumbles through the medicine cabinet in search of first aid. felix scowls and hisses at him when he applies the alcohol to his cut but holds his tongue. for some reason, he can’t really bring himself to be a total brat right now.
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"yeah, she does take forever in there. i don’t even know what the hell she could be doing in there for so long if you ask me, but still. wait no — i’m sorry okay. i didn’t mean to be rude, just yeah. i’m sorry."

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she pauses midway through turning around to leave and turns back to him curiously. "no, it's cool. i'm not a huge fan of strangers showing up in my room either. i probably should have knocked even if the door was open. i'm finn, by the way."
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♖: Having their hair washed by your muse c:

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it’s been a long day. no          it’s been the longest day. it had started with her alarm not going off because the cat had accidentally unplugged it, causing her to be late in getting the twins up and having to skip breakfast to pack their lunches and drive them to school. it was times like this that she wished at least one of her grandparents were retired already so they could drop the twins at school. after that casey had thrown a fit about not wanting to go to school which led to them all three being ridiculously late for school. in school, victoria found herself screwed during a pop quiz over something she’d forgotten to study, as well as getting a paper back saying she’d gotten a C on something she’d worked very hard on. the day only continued to spiral downhill with small misfortunes until she picked the twins up and was given a letter saying that zeke had earned an after school detention on friday. by the time noah showed up, she was ready to burst. but noah knew her well, knew how to calm her down and level her out and after her grandparents and the twins were in bed, they snuck into the bathroom. there was no intent behind the way she stripped down so easily while noah ran the water for a bath. she was exhausted and noah had offered to wash her hair. he didn’t know but her mother used to do the same thing for her when she was a little girl and the gesture was excatly what she needed. once the bath was full, she sank slowly into the water and ducked her head under. when she resurfaced, noah was already lathering shampoo in his hands, ready to massage it into her scalp when she leaned back against the tub. his fingers worked gently into her hair and a sigh ghosted through her lips. with each circle of his fingers, victoria felt her stresses from the day slipping away. once her hair was washed and her eyes fell to noah, she rose from the water to kiss him gently. “thanks, loser.” she whispered, a hint of a smile shadowing on her lips. 
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